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1742]                  To Horace Mann                    155
London, Jan. 7, 174£. O.S.
I MUST answer for your brother a paragraph that he showed
me in one of your letters: ' Mr. W.'s letters are full of wit;
don't they adore him in England ?'   Not at all—and I don't
wonder at them; for if I have any wit in my letters, which
I do not at all take for granted, it is ten to one that I have
none out of my letters.    A thousand people can write, that
cannot talk; and besides, you know, (or I conclude so, from
the little one hears stirring,) that numbers of the English
have wit, who don't care to produce it.   Then, as to adoring;
you now see only my letters, and you may be sure I take
care not to write you word of any of my bad qualities, which
other people must see in the gross; and that may be a great
hindrance to their  adoration.    Oh!   there are a thousand
other reasons I could give you, why I am not the least in
fashion.    I came over in an ill season: it is a million to one
that nobody thinks a declining old minister's son has wit.
At any time, men in opposition have always most; but now,
it would be absurd for a courtier to have even common
sense.   There is not a Mr, Sturt, or a Mr. Stewart, whose
names begin but with the first letters of Stanhope1, that has
not a better chance than I, for being liked.    I can assure
you, even those of the same party would be fools, not to
pretend to think me one.     Sir Eobert has showed no
partiality for me; and do you think they would commend
where he does not? even supposing they had no  envy,
which, by the way, I am far from saying they have not.
Then, my dear child, I am the coolest man of my party, and
if I am ever warm, it is by contagion; and where violence
passes for parts, what will indifference be called ?   But how
LETTEB 60.—l The name of Lord Chesterfield.    Walpole